10+ years in the making calls for an epic celebration!

Friday night in Santa Cruz consisted of a handful of house parties. One of my friends heard the lacrosse house just up the street was having party so we decided to stop by. Within minutes of walking into the house, Will beelined across the kitchen full of liquid courage and insisted on getting my number. Our college chapter was short-lived, but we reconnected in 2012 as Will was determining his next steps post-graduation. He ended up getting a job in the Bay Area and moving in with my mom temporarily until he found his own place. Seeing how seamlessly he fit into my world as evidenced by the "roomie" term of endearment shared between Will and my mom, was enough to convince me he was worth giving a shot! Over the last eight, nine... or however many years, I've lost count, we've grown both individually and together. Through career changes, moves and move-ins, traveling the world, and puppy parenting.

It was another Saturday in quarantine and we planned to head down to Portola Valley for the day with Chelsea, our best friend, under the guise of surprising her mom for her birthday. It was cold and drizzling, not ideal weather to be banned from hanging inside. We decided to take the dogs on one of our favorite trails that loops around town and not two minutes after we left the house it started to pour. We turned around to wait out the squall before heading back out. Only this time, Will suggested we head the other direction. Peculiar... but I was too distracted by the beautiful light and the May flowers to question anything. After hiking up a steep hill, we got to a beautiful, golden meadow. I was a ways ahead taking selfies of Georgie and Will trailing behind me when Will called out to me to come back. When I got back to him he asked if I knew what’s happening? My response was “no” but of course I knew! He got down on one knee and the next thing I knew, we were engaged and Chelsea was running out from underneath a tree screaming!